The Seven Deadly Virtues - Roddy McDowall, Фредерик Лоу

The seven deadly virtues, those ghastly little traps

Oh no, my liege, they were not meant for me

Those seven deadly virtues were made for other chaps

Who love a life of failure and ennui

Take courage;

now there’s a sport

An invitation to the state of rigor mort

And purity, a noble yen

And very restful every now and then

I find humility means to be hurt

It’s not the earth the meek inherit, it’s the dirt

Honesty is fatal, it should be taboo

Diligence, a fate I would hate

If charity means giving, I give it to you

And fidelity is only for your mate

You’ll never find a virtue unstatusing my quo

Or making my Beelzebubble burst

Let others take the high road, I will take the low

I cannot wait to rush in where angels fear to go

With all those seven deadly virtues

Free and happy little me has not been cursed